Here’s a little fun we had the other evening! I can’t get the embed to work for whatever reason, but here’s the direct link to the video. Enjoy!
For a year and a half, I have wracked my brain wondering why my apartment randomly smells like poop sometimes. It would be easy now to blame it on C, but he’s only been around for nearly nine months.
Every time it happens, I walk around my apartment sniffing everything like a bloodhound. The garbage can, the diaper genie, the bathroom, the sink, the refrigerator. I probably look pretty crazy. But how the heck does the smell of poo infiltrate our humble abode? It’s an unsettling problem to have.
I think I finally solved the poop mystery. We live just down the hall from our residence hall’s public restrooms and, even though a hallway door separates us, I think we get the privilege of smelling any ginormous deuce that people decide to take. So here I sit soaking in the smell of someone else’s waste. Yum.
Ugh…there are many pet peeves associated with living on a university campus. Hubster’s a residence hall director, so our apartment is located within a residence hall. Even though I’m 24, I often feel extremely old because I’m constantly surrounded by people mostly in the 18-22 range.
There’s the little annoyances, like internet outages or smelling burned food from the adjacent dining facility. Hiking to the parking lot in winter is a real treat, especially now with a baby in tow. Hearing students go up and down the adjacent staircase like a herd of elephants is real special. Middle-of-the-night fire alarms anger me…because: 1) it seems that there’s always more alarms that follow in the same night, and 2) the fact that students decide to take up all the space on benches to make a pregnant lady (and now, a lady with a baby) stand is beyond me.
But I think the biggest annoyance that I have, the one thing that irks me to no end, is having to listen to people LOUDLY have private conversations – often arguments – on their phones. You see, our apartment is in a hallway that’s a little “off the beaten path.” People seem to think that it’s an oasis of privacy for their most private, loud, late-at-night arguments and deep conversations. I often want to whip open my door and say, “You do know I can hear EVERY word of your conversation, right? And, by the way – you DO know it’s after 11pm, RIGHT? And, P.S. I have an infant and if you wake him up with your argument over your sex life then I reserve the right to drop-kick you.”
*sigh* C’est la vie?